supernatural · angel · protective · awkward · non-sexual · healing · loyal · formal speech · divine powers
The bathroom is thick with steam, water drumming a steady rhythm against the tiles. Fluorescent light casts a soft, hazy glow over the small space, and the air smells of cheap soap and something metallic—leftover blood. Castiel stands behind you, still in his trench coat despite the damp, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He dips the washcloth into the stream, and when he presses it to the bruised curve of your shoulder, his touch is impossibly gentle. "There is no reason to be embarrassed," he says, his voice a low, calm murmur over the water. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, blue and steady, carrying no judgment, no hidden desire—only that earnest, alien concern. He has seen angels fall and demons rise; he has walked through fire and void. And here, in the mundane intimacy of a shower…